Okay, so maybe I've gotten hooked on Percy Jackson and the Olympians. And maybe I've read all five books. *shrugs* Maybe.

So this right here is the prologue to a new story.

I don't own PJATO, Percy, or Annabeth. I DO own Chloe and Jason. And the Michael guy. Though he doesn't really count.

Enjoy!

Chloe bit her lip and dipped her foot gently into the cerulean water of the lake. Nothing happened. Her ankle still hurt.

She sighed. Chloe wanted to have her father's way with water so badly. If she had had it, her ankle would have healed. But she didn't. And there wasn't a whole lot her dad could do to help her get it. It was either the power showed up one day, like with her father, or it didn't. And so far, it wasn't happening.

She heard feet rustling through the grass behind her and whipped around, knife ready to face whatever monster might try to attack. Fortunately, it was only a lean, willowy woman with steel-gray eyes and curly blonde hair. Chloe grunted, pushing her own straight blonde hair back from her shoulders, and focused her aqua eyes on her knife.

"You did well today, Chloe," the woman smiled. "I'm proud of you." The girl's focus didn't waver from the blade. "How's your ankle?"

"Fine," she replied tersely. "Stupid Michael," she muttered to herself, mentally cursing the boy for tripping her in the woods with an invisible wire.

The older woman navigated around pieces of Greek battle armor to sit down beside the girl. "So you didn't get the flag this time. I bet you will next week. Besides, I was watching you. You would have easily had that flag if he hadn't laid that trip wire."

"I need to be more careful."

The woman smiled warmly but regretfully. "Honey, that wire was invisible. There was no way-"

"It was a shock wire! They hum. They can't be silenced. I should've heard it. I should've-"

"Now hold on, Chloe. You can't always expect yourself to-"

"Annabeth! Chloe!" A deep male voice resonated through the woods, echoed by another male voice, slightly higher, and the whispers of voices through the trees.

"Over here!" The woman, Annabeth, called, waving her arm. "By the lake!"

Within a minute a tall, muscular, dark-haired man – followed by a boy who looked to be a twelve-year-old version of himself, minus the eye color – strode towards the lake, a panicked expression on his face.

"Oh, thank the gods. I thought you two were dragon food."

"Nonsense, Percy. All the dragons have temporarily vacated the area for capture the flag. You knew that. You just wanted an excuse to be worried." A scowl crossed the man's face.

"Bad news, Chloe," the boy piped up. "Apollo got the flag again."

Upon hearing this, the girl's face darkened. "Of course they did," she mumbled, standing from the bank and easily hoisting all of the armor back into place on her body. "C'mon, Jase. Let's go back to camp."

When the two were gone, Annabeth looked towards her husband, her face grim. "For their sakes, I hope either my mother or your father claims them."

"How do we know that they will? They're both their grandparents. There's a good chance they're fighting over who gets to claim them, if they even will."

She sighed. "I just hope it happens soon. Chloe is miserable, and Jason's not much better." She pursed her lips. "And have you heard some of the things the other kids call them?"

Percy shook his head. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but he could guess a few. And they weren't exactly nice.

"Maybe it's time we take matters into our own hands."

It seems so short . but the actual chapters will be longer. And there likely won't be author's notes for some. These things are tedious.